THE TERRACE
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SOME PEOPLE THINK FOOTBALLS A WAY OF LIFE NOT A SPORT,
THESE ARE TRUE FANS, FANS OF THE FAITHFUL SORT.
FANS THAT GO TO MATCHES TO LIVE THE GAME,
NOT WATCH IT ON TELE IT’S JUST NOT THE SAME.
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YOU CANT BEAT THE NOISE AND COMMOTION,
THOUSANDS OF FANS UNDER THE SAME FOOTIE POTION.
EXCHANGING IDEAS & COMMENTS, WHO’S PLAYING WHERE,
IM SURE HE’S STILL INJURED IS THE REF GONA BE FAIR.
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IN ALL TYPES OF WEATHER, RAIN SLEET & SNOW,
WE HUDDLE ON THE TERRACE FOR THAT WHISTLE TO BLOW.
THEN LET BATTLE COMMENCE TWO ARMIES OF ELEVEN,
AND JUST FOR THAT MOMENT THE TERRACE FEELS LIKE HEAVEN.
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BUT THIS HEAVEN IS CRUEL. THERE ARE MOMENTS OF PAIN,
GASP FOR BREATH CHANCES, THE JUST & THE STRAIN.
SHOTS OF ALMOST ELATION SO MANY NEAR MISSES,
OVERWHELMED BY THE SOUNDS OF BOO’S AND HISSES.
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THE FANS ARE MY NEIGHBOURS AND FOOTBALLS MY WIFE,
THE TERRACE IS MY HOME IT’S WHERE I SPEND MOST OF MY LIFE.
SO IF YOURE NOT A TRUE FAN AND YOURE FAITH ONLY A PART,
STAND ON THE TERRACE AND HEAR FOOTBALLS HEART
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